George froze as a black cat stopped in front of him on the sidewalk. He thought about what the MMA fighter said about bad luck and did not want to chance it. Although his powers were immense, he could not battle the universal forces of fate and expect to win...at least not today.
The cat meowed at George.
"Shoo, go away!" he said.
"Meow."
"Fine, I'll go around you...stay! Don't move," George commanded and then stepped to the right. The cat moved and then sat once more, continuing to block the path. "Stop it, cat! Stay right there!"
"Meow."
George's brilliant mind quickly came up with a plan, a plan so wonderful it had to have been injected into his brain by God himself. The middle-aged man motioned to the right, the cat moved to intercept him, but George, wonderfully brilliant George, faked the advance and sprinted to the left and off of the sidewalk.
"HOOONNNKKK!"
BAM!
George saw stars as he was clipped by the front corner of a stopping Metro bus. The impact spun him around and into the rear of a parked car where he smacked his face on the back windshield, his already sore abdomen connected with the trunk of the compact, blue vehicle, knocking the wind from his lungs.
"Are you alright, sir?" inquired a lovely passerby.
George struggled for air as he lay with his arms spread like wings on the rear of the car.
A crowd of people began to encircle George all concerned for his well-being.
George shook his head and stood with the assistance of several other pedestrians. "I'm well...I will...heal myself...momentarily with...my own thoughts," he said, between labored breaths.
"He must be delirious," someone said.
"Or crazy," spouted another.
"Anyone call 911?" a third stranger asked.
"No, foolish mortals! I am fine. Please leave me be!" George wheezed and then shoved his way through the crowd.
With confusion smattered over their faces, the onlookers moved aside as requested and watched as George stumbled down the sidewalk on his way home.
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